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The air in the summer night hung over the Greek villa, the humidity turned up to the maximum for this time of year. The walls of the villa were coated in glistening droplets of water, running down the white bricking of the building and the running alongside the thick vines that covered the walls and the far end of the upper level balcony.

Saul had decided that, especially for this summer, he would come with a troupe of his friends to the island of Corfu, especially with such luxurious accommodation near the town of Kavos. He absolutely loved the trip so far - the party scene was excellent, the eye candy was in endless supply, and Saul thought himself to be a bit of a history geek, so having the chance to see some form of classical Greek architecture was a fairly promising prospect (for him, anyway).

He had been here with his friends for a couple of days now, and him and his friends had been doing their fair share of late night sightseeing - the drunk girls stumbling around in high heel sandals; the boys stripping off in the middle of bars; they even saw their fair share of guys getting happy endings from hookers and rent boys, after making a wrong turn one night into that area of town.

Whilst his friends decided to go out for yet another night out in a nearby town, which would probably lead them back into the path of Kavos, he decided to stay in and get some rest tonight, getting up especially to go sightseeing the next day.

Saul was sitting in his room, reading one of the few books he decided to take on holiday with him, getting settled down for his night in alone. In that moment, he heard a knock at his bedroom door, followed by the door being pushed open to reveal the intruder to be Cameron, one of Saul's friends. He was a dark brown mule boy with short blond head fur, with a small frame similar to Saul's, aside from a more defined musculature.

'Hey mate, we're gonna be setting off soon' the mule announced to his equine friend. 'Last heads up, before we set off. You sure you don't wanna come out?'

'Yeah Cam, I'm sure' Saul responded from his bed. 'I'm kind of tired anyway, so I'll just catch up on sleep.'

'Mate, you sound like such an old man' the mule chuckled.

'Hey, cabs here! Get down here!' one of the other guys hollered down, getting Cameron's attention.

'Alright, I'm coming' he hollered back down. He turned back to Saul and said 'alright, see ya later, sleeping beauty.' And with that, Cameron and the boys went off for the night.

Saul knew that when they got back, they would either be so pissed they couldn't navigate through a field without breaking something, or they'd try and play a trick on him while he was asleep. To stop them barging in on him whilst he was asleep, he went over to his bedroom door and locked it, making sure the lock wasn't shoddy enough to come undone at even the slightest nudge.

With all the time in the world devoted to whatever he wanted, the stallion boy simply sat on his bed and read his book - something about a panda who managed to flee North Korea, getting tired as the evening sun turned into dark night.

With the haze of sleep coming over him, and the knowledge that he has evaded the threat of drunken friends coming back and screwing with something in his room, he decided to get himself ready for bed. He stripped down to his bared naked body, finding it easier to sleep in the buff due to the heat of the Greek night. Although the first few nights were hard to sleep through due to the choking heat, he had finally gotten used to the Mediterranean heat, and it even helped him get to sleep, the warmth of day and night taking away any spare energy he had left.

With the warmth of Greece in the background, the young stallion drifted slowly into a deep sleep.

. . . .

Late into the night, Saul was suddenly awoken by a noise outside. When he awoke, he noticed that his bedroom door was wide open, revealing the clear night of Greece.

'Who the fuck opened my door?' Saul asked himself, thinking that it was one of the guys. 'Cameron? You back mate? Dylan? Dagan?'

When the stallion was greeted by nothing the silent breeze and the sound of bugs flying in the air, he began to get concerned. He went to get his clothes back on to go and figure out what was going on, but to his surprise they had been misplaced. He looked in his suitcases and found then completely emptied.

'Oh fuck' he started, followed but bullets of the phrase coming out of his mouth, the stallion was starting to think that someone had broken into the villa and taken his stuff.

What about everyone else's stuff? The stallion thought to himself. Not having anything else to do, he decided to pick up something for a weapon - a broom that was already in the villa - and figure out what happened. He ventured out of the room and out towards the outdoor seating area. When he reached it, he stopped for a moment to absorb the nighttime environment. The moonlight struck the area with such beauty, sending silver light across the villa, framing it with the beauty ivy vines that ran down the buildings walls.

The hypnotising sight was broken by a deep, manly chuckle that came from a distance behind Saul. The stallion turned around, raising the broom-turned-weapon, half expecting to find the assailant standing behind. Although he was greeted by the absence of an intruder, he still couldn't shake of the uneasy feeling developing in his stomach.

Suddenly, the broom was pulled from his hand, so quickly that he barely had time to turn around and see the person who pulled it. Again he was greeted by total absence, nothing to suggest somebody had broken into the villa. Whilst his back was turned, he could feel an unusual tickle around his ankle. When he looked down to see what was doing it, all he saw was a vine, which had appeared at his left hoof.

He then began to hear the sound of rapid plant growth behind him. He looked towards the seating area and saw that the ivy had begun to grow rapidly, almost consuming the entire level of the villa. What was markedly unusual - aside from the rapid growth of the ivy - was that it was all coming towards Saul.

Panicking, he turned towards the stairs from the area down to lush marshland, charging down the steps to get away from the ivy that came for him. He turned back whilst running from the villa, noticing that the vines had become much larger than before, turning back to the ill-defined path his was taking. He charged on faster from the ivy, although he began to feel the endeavour was pointless. He could sense that the ivy was just behind him, ready to grab him and do with him what it wanted.

As managed to begin to get away, the stallion tripped on his own feet and fell face first into the grass surrounding him.

'Oh, mortals' a voice, distinctly male, came out from above him. 'Such fun to screw with.'

The stallion picked himself up from the floor, looked up to see who it was. He looked up at the man, appearing to be a plain old human, standing before him in the nude. It took him a while to process what he was seeing, but he recognised the man from somewhere. His youthful, handsome face; the lock, brown hair which curled from his head; the grapes he wore as a crown on his head.

'Are you Dionysus?' Saul asked, both in awe and confusion.

'Indeed I am' the man replied.

'Did you break into the villa?' the stallion continued, beginning to feel the anger surface.

'Heavens no' the god responded to the stallion, 'you can't break into a place of which you own.'

'Excuse me?'

'These are my lands' Dionysus said. 'Why else would you be running from vines right now?'

'What's going on?'

Just as the question vacated the stallion's lips, the vines had caught him, wrapping tight around his ankles. Almost immediately after, another set of vines wrapped around his wrists, wrapping so tight as to prevent him from escaping. The vines elevated the captive stallion off the ground, the Greek Deity looking up at him, lustful smirk across his face.

'You see' the god started, 'I'm the god of harvests and wine, and I need to make sure the wine which comes forth from grapes and vines is rich and plentiful, allowing for people to make merriment. In order to do this, I need to make sure my vineyard is happy, so they are able to produce high quality wine.

'This is where you come in, my dear boy. You see, plants are living things, and like all living things, are driven by nature. As you may be unaware, plants also have sex drives. In order to fulfil these sex drives, I must set up a situation in which they may taste from a bountiful youth, around your age of course. Your friends leaving you on your own, whilst getting them involved would have been quite a pleasure, and your decision to sleep in total nudity made for the perfect storm.'

'Let me go!' Saul demanded.

'I'm sorry, you're too late' the god said, chuckle in his eyes. Point his gaze towards the horse's erection, he continued 'and it seems your body is getting the idea, so I would just follow through with the vineyards demands. Have fun, my vines!'

As soon as the god decided to leave the stallion in the grip of the vines, they turned him so that his back faced the ground, tightening their grip upon his wrists and ankles, causing him to grown in pain. Looking behind him from an upside-down perspective, the stallion could see more vines coming to him, ready for what it was they would do.

The first of the vines that came for him - although impossible, what with the lack of eyes - stared him down for a while. From this, the stallion noticed it had a distinctly phallic shape to it. Before he could process this information fully, the vine forced its way into the stallions muzzle, moving in and out of his mouth, progressively moving faster and faster into his throat, causing him to gag. Whilst this occurred, he noticed that the vine was ribbed.

He could feel the pre-cum lining the inside of his mouth, tasting the unusually like wine. Must be a way to get me drunk he thought. Hopefully it would work, making this entire situation less frightening.

The vine pumped faster and faster into the stallion's, getting hot in his mouth as it continued, until it came to climax within his mouth, shooting a distinctly semen-like substance into his mouth, pulling free from his muzzle and sending streams of the warm liquid over his face and chest.

As though the move was calculated, the stallion was then slowly rotated by the vines, positioning him so that he was facing the ground, which he could now see was very far from him.

More vines grabbed hold of Saul's thighs and pulled his legs wide apart, and a third, averagely thin vine came to the stallion's underside and began to wrap around the equine's low hanging black balls, wrapping until it seemed to pull on the stallion's sack, causing him to moan in an oddly pleasured pain.

'Not so rough' he called out, realising afterwards that his advice would not be taken.

The vine continued to wrap around the stallion's genitals, this time wrapping tight around the base of the stallion's erect cock, clogging all of the blood into the erection.

Immediately after, a set of phallic vines squirmed over to the stallion's tailhole, one of them approaching the entrance and pushing against it. The vine began to move slowly into the stallion, sending out a slow, pleasured and exhausted moan from the stallion, feeling the ribbing of the vine massage the equine's tight hole, stimulating the nerves within him. The vine began to move in and out of him slowly, each time penetrating deeper into Saul, making sure to fill as much space as it possibly can.

Saul could barely hand the sensation of the vines around him cock, tugging his balls and fucking his ass, feeling the need to cum badly. He contemplated on how unusual the situation was, as before he was running from the vines, convinced they were out to get him. Now, whilst in the clutches of the vines, although he knew he did not want to be here, he knew he wanted to be fucked as hard as possible in the moment.

As that thought entered his mind, another phallic vine slithered over to his mouth. This time around he was reluctant to have the vine within him, opening wide and letting it in. At the other end, another vine forced its way into his ass, joining the vine already deep inside the equine boy.

The sensation of to vines simultaneously penetrating him, the feel of one coming in as the other pulled out like clockwork, drove him crazy, trying and failing to buck in rhythm with at least one of the penetrating vines.

Like the first vine, the new vine pulled out of him muzzle and sent streams of sticky cum over him back, coating him in a large load. Immediately after the two vines within his tailhole shot hot loads into the stallion, pulling out slowly, Saul groaning at the pleasure of his hole being relieved of the two cock-like serpents, as well as the semen deep within him trickling down the vines that gripped his balls, finally dripping down to his scrotum.

The stallion was prepared for the rest to happen, a seemingly endless tirade of vines coming for him, filling his ass with endless droves of semen, the continuous onslaught of vines ejaculating in his mouth leaving his throated permanently coated, the ones pulling out soaking his fur in the sticky substance.

However, the stallion had not noticed that the vine gripping his cock and balls tight was slowly making its way for his urethra, and it was not until the vine made contact that the stallion noticed, acknowledging it with a gasp of pleasure, writhing at the unusual sensation of the vine - again, ribbed - penetrating his urethra, the odd mix of pain and pleasure driving the stallion over the edge.

'Well, you seem to have had a change of heart' announced the voice of Dionysus, appearing just under the stallion.

'Yeah' he replied, panting from the last of the vines fucking his tailhole, revealing the other end through the bulge coming from the equine's bloated belly, filled with the essence of the vines.

'Do you want to finish?' the deity asked.

'Y-y-yes!' he said, knowing that he was moments away from finishing.

'Alright' he responded. 'Vineyard let him be!'

Instantly, the vines pulled the stallion so that his cock, now purple from pressure, was aimed directly into his muzzle. Catching what was needed of him, the stallion opened his mouth wide, ready for the taste of his own seed to shoot into his mouth. Moments later the last of the vines pulls out from his tailhole, the vine wrapped around Saul's genitals slowly unravelling from him until they pulled out of his urethra, the stallion had to cope with the assault of two streams of cum, his own shooting on his tongue and chest, the vine coating his muzzle in the last of the vineyard's seed.

'And now, we may dispose of him!'

'D-dispose?' the stallion asked, worried what the deity meant.

The vines gripped hard around the stallion's wrists and ankle, pulled him out wide and began tugging. The stallion began screaming in pain, feeling his arms and legs snapped out of place, until his could feel himself being torn in quarters.

With this, the stallion jolted back into reality, a cold sweat streaming down his entire body.

'What the fuck' was the only thing to leave his mouth.

The only thing to pull him back to reality was the sound of his friends coming back in, smashing a potentially expensive vase. The stallion would have launched to check things out if it wasn't for his nudity, his tired haze, and the picture of Dionysus staring down at him from the bedroom wall.